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To his friend.
You that come by, and chance this booke to see,Peruse it well, and iudge indifferently;
Yeeld him no more that made it, but his owne,
And giue him leaue to reape what he hath sowne.
But if it chance to stand within the sight
Of any time-obseruing Parasite;
Or any vaine obsequious Sicophant
Thinke with a bended front his Muse to daunt,
Him doth this little little booke despise,
And seemes as flashing lightning to his eyes:
In this as in a glasse, those men may see
The true proportion of their vanitie.
Then view him well, that with impartiall eye,
Dares scourge the Scourger of base villany,
And ye shall finde Wit, Poetrie, and Arte,
Each in his function play his seuerall part.
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